Turf Dwellings {Luxury}

For whatever reason, who knows why, when I hear the phrase “turf dwelling” I immediately think of the Monty Python sketch “Four Yorkshiremen“, despite the fact they don’t mention “turf dwelling” once. They used to live in a cardboard box in the middle of a lake and ate gravel for dinner, if they were lucky.

Perhaps these turf dwellings at Glaumbaer in northern Iceland would have been absolute luxury, back in the day. They certainly seemed snug and warm, cosy and well – rather earthy.

We made a brief stop on our way from Reykjavik to Laugar. You can either wander around some of the outer buildings, for free, or delve into the depths of this communal living dwelling for an entrance fee. The weather wasn’t exactly being kind to us, and we still had a long way to go to our destination, so we didn’t hang around for long. i.e. we chose the free option.

In hindsight, it would have been an interesting diversion from all the volcanic and glacial scenery we had yet to encounter. Should we have gone in, after all???

Even with the doors open (you could clamber inside, should you wish to) the buildings were surprisingly sheltered from the elements outside – it was a pretty wet and windy day when we visited. You’d have to get accustomed to the overwhelmingly earthy smell though. It was quite powerful!

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Rarely spotted without one camera or another in my hand, I'll jump at any chance to get out and explore. Whilst natural settings are my ideal getaway, the odd city-break doesn't go amiss. The suitcase is on stand-by and the passport is always handy.